The Big Bang.
That's how you feel when you finally find a station on Pandora because of ONE BAND, where EVERY BAND, so far, is your favorite.
I am explaining the feeling of discovering a sub-genre, a genre broken down in it's most minute form. The sound of God's voice (sounding a lot like Ryan Gosling, if he were whispering what he plans to do to me tonight [I'm talking sexually, duh.])
Now, this is just what I believe I hear, and I've been told my whole life, I am able to explain and pin descriptions of things that people will say "Oh yeah, that's pretty much it. You hit the nail right on the head." If I were on the committee to name hipster fads, music or children I would beg to be in charge of naming this music.
And finally, without further to do, I would dub this music.... "SUPER AMAZING BEACH, MAYBE A LITTLE BIT OF EASTERN WOODLANDS INDIE EXPLOSION MUSIC THAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND WHEN ZACH BRAFF PROPOSES TO YOU"
I mean, that's just what I hear.
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